Justice.
Each day a passerby. For I wish them help this much is true, though I fear My ideas are few. If you were to look you would see there is much to cause worry. Today I see the new man of lost hope, holding a sign strung by a rope. I look and read as tears paint my face. For we had lost one of the human race. The sign it staits that life is a lie and it speaks about the hopeless people who die for each person I look at through pasts and futures haven't hadn't and will not miss the vultures.
